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his name.
He’s the architect of my ache,
and I’m standing inches away,
my panties soaked.
He turns to look at me,
a lovesick-with-a-smirk in his eyes.
“You still breathin’ over there?”
I nod.
He nods.
“I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but…
“standin’ this close to you
“isn’t doin’ me any good.”
He steps back, palm against his chest,
and flashes me another quick grin.
But as I stand there, in a trance,
my heart slaps the smile off my face—
ANDREW, she screams.
My face falls.
I turn fast,
my eyes darting across the room
until they crash into him at the bar—
body deathly still,
stare loud as hell,
feeling farther away than he is.
He’s gone totally tectonic—
a hurricane of hurt and anger
frozen over by a shatterproof wall of ice.
56 / BE MORE
STEPHEN SANCHEZ
The bathroom door slams behind me.
